This song leaks out onto the pavement

It could be a joke, it could be a statement

The more that I fake it and pretend I don't care

The more you can read in to what isn't there



Maybe it's time to stop swimming

Maybe it's time to find out where I'm at

What I should do and where I should be

But no-one will give me a map



I'll leave now this can't continue

But I forget which door I came through

And I know what the lift can be painfully slow

So I'm happy to leave by the window